Page 11 of Accidental Blind Date
The man is a giant.
“I wasn’t born yesterday, Jax. You could easily say anything you want in the hopes of this going somewhere else. But that’s not going to happen.”
“And I respect that. I also enjoyed myself and don’t get to do that very often and honestly, I don’t really want this night to be over yet. But I will respect it if you do.”
“Oh really? And if I go to your hotel with you, then what?”
“I’ll make you a drink if you want one. Other than that, you call the shots.”
“What’s the catch?”
“I don’t know anything about your life, and you don’t know anything about mine. I don’t know what you have to do when you wake up in the morning. Who depends on you, what your days look like when the gears are grinding. The only thing I know is that we are both here for a reason.”
“Yeah because we were forced against our wills to use First Pick.” I’m joking but I’m not.
“But we didn’t have to stay this long. And yet…here we are. So, I’ll say it again. I’m having a great time, and I’d like a nightcap. You call the shots, including your answer to this question. Either way, even if we are saying goodnight…I’m glad we did this.”
I should walk to my car. I should leave the date right where it’s at and let it be.
But…I kind of don’t want it to be over either.
Jax is waiting patiently for an answer, looking at me, the stars, a group of college kids walking by, then back at me.
I’m still on the fence. Do I want a night where I can just forget about my life, where I can forget about what tomorrow holds and the grasp of the past? Sure.
But I also remind myself definitely no sex.
That would require getting naked.
And that is off the table.
Or bed.
Or any other surface.
Chapter 2
Dax
Libby is a knock-out, even more so up close than from across the bar.
Dark hair, beautiful green eyes, not to mention a body to kill.
The problem with most women around here is all they care about is fads and fashion, trends and being skinny. Too skinny.
Not Libby.
She’s real and damn it, looks good. It’s refreshing in all the right ways.
“Let me ask you something,” I say as she stares off at the night sky, trying to decide whether or not she is ready for the date to be over. I, for one, am not. This is the most fun I have had in a very, very long time. It’s the first time outside of the walls of my own home I have let myself laugh. Let me be me. Being a CEO doesn’t allow for that.
Do I feel bad that I’m not her real date?
Not really if I’m being honest.
That joker took off. And that’s very much his loss.
Besides, if it was in fact meant to be a one-night stand, they’re going to disconnect on the app anyway. No explanation needed.
